From a young age we are told
"we are all the same."
For if your not,
they look down in shame
As if we are all different copy's of the same old books
For your looks is considered weird,
And unwanted
till this day you are always taunted

If there was a way; we say,
I would have wanted to be the same
For my red hair and freckles
Have me named "Red flame"
And It seems as if I'm the one to blame
For I am all alone,
just because I have an identity if my own?

I ask myself, why do they pick?
throw sticks and bricks,
For their quick to be the judger,
But they lack to discover
that if we're all a book,
Why don't people give the story a look?
For if we tried Getting to know each other
we just might grow fond of one another
And might decide,
That we like the persons inside
For we would all stand side by side
worldwide

Used and abused
Mistreated, and confused
We stand out in the blistering cold
but nobody cares, because we're consider street poles
Ours souls are young, and we just want to be let free
Did you know we're often taken over seas
Most of us are mistaken for ******,
Because we stand at your local corner stores

Miserable and alone for we are empty souls
We our taken for money
As I am now considered to be your honey...

You don't understand that we are slaves,
and this is how we're forced to behave
If there would have been a way,
I would have gotten out
Would have had a life where I didn't have to lookout
it's to late now,
To even escape
To late to reshape the life of a beautiful girl,
Who was taken for ***, drugs and everything *******
For I am dying of a vicious disease and more

Dear god,
I wear the cross on my chain
As your prays are forever conducted into my brain
And out through my vain
You have a strain on me to do good
For within you I forever could
With me, you forever stood
As I knew you would

For that I'm always grateful
For you are my secret angel
You fly high,
way up in the sky
Looking down making sure I don't drown
And for you I promise never to frown
Or ever turnaround, but to keep on going
Knowing, and showing to way for others
For ****** Mary one of my mothers

Your eyes appear to be the norm
Says everybody who hasn't been through this storm
The storm of lack of self love, and hate
Few escape
For your eyes are a looking glass,
only few see the world through your past
For Most of them are the kind of blind
Where you blatantly chose not to look
Through their innocent eyes
  
Covered in a mass
Because your looking through the glass
Of negative thoughts created
You think your not perfect,
And you hate it...

You are much Broken
Broken because the self image
Is what you may call undesirable.
Undesirable to the world is what YOU think
But really the reason behind it is weak
We just keep say it's life that has us deep
But truly it's it's the lack of self confidence
Well I say "your something special"
Because if you looked closely
The ghostly thought in your mind would realize your the one blind